Chapter 18: The Trophy Slut

Award Ceremony - Sophomore and Junior Years - Football Achievement Awards - Deacon High School.

Every School has them. An end of the year Awards Ceremonies. The ones I experienced my Senior Year were ones that I would remember until I die. I was on track for a lot of awards. The second was at my mom’s work, Steve’s high school.

It is important to tell you that my story gets worse. I get shivers every night thinking how close I came to having nothing and being ground into Oblivion. Those shivers, all go back to what happened my last three weeks of High School.

The week before the awards I was made to watch usb clips, all staring my mother. Pamela and Steve took great pleasure in me watching the clips in the living room. Especially now that my Mistress, oversaw me the entire time I was at the house.

Monday night.

Arriving home from school, I felt a sense of dread as I knew what was awaiting me in the living room. As soon as I entered, Pamela and Steve were sitting on the couch, smirking at me while my mother stood by the wall where my slave collar hung down.

Without saying a word, I walked over to the wall and obediently put the collar around my neck. It was a symbol of my submission and servitude to them.

As I walked into the kitchen to start making dinner for everyone, my stomach growled with hunger. But it wasn’t just physical hunger, it was also a deep emotional hunger. The kind that could only be satisfied by fulfilling my mother’s every command.

However, as soon as I turned on the stove, my mother’s voice rang out from the living room. “Slaveslut!, stop what you’re doing and come here. Now”

I obediently left the food on the stove and walked into the living room where Pamela and Steve were sitting on the couch, watching me with amused expressions.

My mother stood by the wall where my slave collar hung down once again. She gestured for me to come closer and when I was right in front of her, she grabbed my chin and forced me to meet her gaze.

“From now on,” she declared to everyone in the room, “My Slave-Bitch is not allowed to make food for himself. If he wants supper, he will have to crawl under the table and beg me for the right to eat it from my pussy.” My mother said shoving me down to her heels. She leaned forward and extended it to my lips.

I leaned down and suckled her foot and softly uttered, “Thank you Mistress”. I could not stop blushing. Even Pamela was blushing looking at me getting topped by my own mother. She then lifted my chin up with her heel and said, “Go back now and make dinner for Daddy”. It got quiet as I was so turned sideways, I swear I could hear the room ring.

As I cooked, I could feel their eyes on me, watching my every move. It was almost suffocating how they had complete control over me.

Once dinner was ready, I served it to them while they continued to taunt me. As everyone’s plate was served and people were well into their meal. My mother cupped my ass and rubbed it and leaned over and said,

“Under the table now!” My mother ordered. I looked shocked as I did not realize I had done anything wrong. I slowly knelt on the hard kitchen floor and crawled over to where my mother was sitting at the table. I did not say anything for a couple of seconds as the sound of conversation started up again. My mother kicked me from her chair and barked, “If you want to eat tonight, you better start begging, and I am still going to punish you later for having me tell you to get where you belong.” She said poking me with the end of her heel.

I grabbed my mother’s heel with both hands, pressing it against my lips. I kissed it softly, worshiping the very foot that had just kicked me. I could feel the rest of my family staring at me, their eyes filled with amusement and superiority.

“Please Mistress,” I begged as I looked up at her, “May I have the honor of eating your delicious pussy?”

My mother raised an eyebrow, playing with her other foot teasingly. She slowly ran it up and down her leg, making sure to draw attention to her perfect body. She smirked down at me, clearly enjoying my desperation.

“Why should I let you taste my pussy?” she taunted, “What makes you think you deserve such a privilege?”

I knew what she wanted to hear. It was something she made me say all the time; something that always made me feel humiliated and weak.

“Because I worship your entire existence Mistress,” I said obediently, “Every part of you is perfect and deserves to be served by a lowly slave like me.”

My mother smiled in satisfaction and finally allowed me to kiss her pussy. As soon as my lips touched her skin, the room fell silent once again. As everyone listened intently as my mother moaned in pleasure from my submissive actions.

After dinner was over and everyone had left the table, I remained on my knees in front of my mother’s attached a leash to my collar and walked me to the living room. Steve had announced all week would be movie night and knew exactly what kind of movie when I saw what was waiting at my mother’s feet, My State MVP trophy.

I watched as My mother clicked the remote and selected a folder that was labelled

Deacon High School Award Ceremonies

This one was from my Sophomore year. About three years ago. I watched a gathering of football players seated in rows at some meeting hall at some local hotel. The kind where all conventions take place. The Camera showed my mother. She was dressed in a shiny silver skirt, silver heels. She was made up very well and had just gotten a manicure and pedicure because her skin appeared to glow against its color.

My mother hit pause and the next thing I knew my mother’s heel was tapping into the side of my face as she asked me a question. “Why are you not touching your cock, and why are you not holding your trophy slut?” My mother growled. This seemed to please me immensely. It was odd as much as he enjoyed topping my mother, he enjoyed her topping me more. I think he just wanted to see suffering.

I stammered an apology as I grabbed my cock and started playing with myself. My mother looked irked as she hit pause on the screen. It began playing again.

When the video resumed my mother gave a speech about how she proud of them on what they accomplished as a team, and the embodiment of the spirit of Deacon High. I looked to see Steve get up from his spot and look at my mother, who left the stage and the room.

The clip included the next speech by Mr. Anderson. Although it was hard to concentrate on what he was saying as my mother was rubbing her foot against my cock as I played with myself. At the end of the speech an announcement by the High School Football coach stated that an afterparty for all the Outstanding Achievers would be held at room 113.

The screen went black right speech and my mother stopped rubbing my cock to thrust a hand in her pussy.

Steve then growled over to my mother, “That’s right you fuck whores, play with yourself like the bitches you are!” It was then I realized that my mother had to view these clips the same way I did by playing with herself. Only she had been doing this for three years!

It was the hotel room that was on the screen, and it appeared that all twelve of the outstanding achievers from the football team were all there, most were still in their shirt and ties. It appeared that alcohol among other things was laid out on the spread.

The revelry had already started when Steve, man that was my Sophomore year. I recognized some of the players from their school, ones that graduated already.

The twelve outstanding football players all turn around. Steve hypes up the entertainment about to arrive telling the men in the room she is excited about doing her very best to appreciate her reward for them. Then as they get quiet Steve nods to someone in the other room, and Britney Spear, “Womanizer” Blares to life, and strutting like the stripper she is was my mother dressed in a very sexualized version of Deacon High School Cheerleading uniform, instead of tennis shoes she wore five-inch heels.

As she walked into the room, my mother gave me a smug look before turning her attention to the football players. Her hips swayed back and forth as she strutted towards them.

Steve’s voice boomed through the speaker again, “Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you our favorite Vice Principal by day and dirty little slut by night-- Mrs. Powers!”

The men cheered as my mother continued her sensual walk towards them. She made a show of bending down in front of each player to give them an up-close view of her cleavage.

My stomach turned at the thought that these were high school boys who were getting an eyeful of my own mother’s body. But I could not tear my eyes away from her either.

Finally, my mother reached Steve who was sitting on a couch with his arms spread out behind him.

She climbed onto his lap facing him and began grinding on him to the beat of the music. As she moved her hips against him, Steve whispered something in her ear that made her giggle before biting down his neck.

The other football players were watching intently as my mother continued to put on a show for them. She pulled off Steve’s shirt revealing his muscular torso before trailing kisses down his body.

The music blared through the room as my mother, dressed in a sexy version of the Deacon High School cheerleading uniform, walked into the hotel room where all twelve outstanding football players were gathered. The look on their faces was a mix of surprise and arousal as they watched her strut towards them in five-inch heels.

My mother made her way to the center of the room, swaying her hips seductively to the beat of Britney Spears’ “Womanizer”. She ran her hands up and down her body, teasingly undoing a button here and there, revealing glimpses of skin.

The men were mesmerized as she danced and gyrated around them, tantalizingly close but never close enough for them to touch. She let them run their hands up and down her legs, feeling every curve and smoothness beneath the short cheerleading skirt.

My mother teased them relentlessly, bending over provocatively and flashing glimpses of her toned body. She seemed to have complete control over these men, who were just staring at her with lustful eyes.

The lyrics of the song added to the sensual atmosphere as my mother continued her seductive dance. The cheerleading uniform barely covered her curves, and she made sure to show off every inch of her body.

As she moved closer to each man in turn, she let them touch her legs and hips before pulling away again. It was almost like a game, with my mother being completely in control.

She ended her strip tease by standing on a table in front of all twelve men, slowly removing the final pieces of clothing until she was left standing in nothing but lingerie. The room erupted into cheers and catcalls as my mother took a bow and blew kisses at all of them. As the music cutoff no one was cheering but looking at my mother who was teetering naked in hells in the middle of the room of 12 very fit and muscular men who were eyeing her as something else on the spread.

She looked around and started to pant with anticipation. “Stay up there slut, let them look at you. You are their trophy pussy for the night.” Steve said. My mother whimpered slightly as the men shed their pants and dicks well all free. In about five minutes all twelve men were naked. The largest an offensive lineman, trotted over to my mother and picked her off the table like a cavewoman. She yelped as he carried her to the bed and tossed her on her back. My mom yelped as she reached down and took off her heels until she was entirely naked too.

The team captain, a linebacker by the name Jamal Harrison, called out to the room, “Defense is first. Some of you already had a go at her on the bus. It is our turn to do this.” Where is my outstanding DT at, where is Wachowski at?” Jamal looked around and saw him, great man you are up. Make Defense proud.”

In the living room as I watched the tape my mother was audible moaning now as she rubbed herself furiously at what was showing on the TV. Her foot in my mouth tensed multiple times as she grinded down on her hand. It was becoming challenging to play with myself, hold my trophy and see what was going on.

The Enormous 300 pound Defensive tackle stepped up, his large cock flapped around like a sausage. I watched the look of anxiousness from mother as she lay on her elbows looking up at was about to be coming in her direction.

The enormous Defensive tackle stepped up to my mother, his large cock flapping around like a sausage. She looked up at him with an anxious expression as he grabbed her body and turned her around like she was a ragdoll. He positioned her on all fours facing the end of the bed, presenting her body to the room.

Without any hesitation, he pushed himself inside of her and began fucking her mercilessly from behind. My mother’s moans echoed throughout the room, sounding like a slutty banshee in heat. Each time he thrust into her, she would let out a loud gasp and her toes would curl hard from pleasure.

He pounded into her relentlessly, not caring about anything else but his own satisfaction. My mother’s body shook with each thrust, her back arching as she lost herself in the pleasure that was being given to her.

The other men in the room watched eagerly as the Defensive tackle ravaged my mother’s body. Some were stroking themselves while others were whispering dirty things to each other about how good she looked being taken by such a big man.

As my mother rocked back and forth with each thrust, I could see tears starting to form in the corners of her eyes. But instead of stopping or asking for mercy, she only moaned even louder and begged for more.

It was clear that this was not just sex for my mother; it was an escape from reality. It was a way for her to forget about everything else and just live in the moment.

The Defensive tackle continued to fuck my mother without any care or concern for how she felt. Her body was just another toy for him to use and toss aside when he was finished.

As they reached their climax together, my mother let out one final scream before collapsing onto the bed in exhaustion. The Defensive tackle pulled out of her and walked away without even acknowledging my mother lying there panting and covered in sweat.

I watched as the room erupted into cheers and high-fives, congratulating the Defensive. “Thanks for the fuck VP, hopes we win”. Another person across the room with a stopwatch showed it to the room and yelled, “4:42 Defense. DT-Wachowski “ Chad Rivers the starting RB yelled out a rule, “Remember sex does not start until penetration no padding the stats with foreplay” “Fair Enough” Jamal replied. “Who’s next?” Jamal asked. Steve answered, “Next is Defensive End, Reggie Freeman”

“Damn right I am” Said a very cut, very muscular 280 lb. 6’6 black man who looked like he chiseled with a sculpting iron. His torso even made a V. My mother crawled on all fours and rested back on her heels leaning behind her head to make her hair into a ponytail.

“How do you want me, Sir.” My mother purred out like a sex kitten.

My headed started swinging up and down again as my mother in real life cumming buckets on her hand her juices flapped around everywhere as she climaxed hard, she was getting turned on thinking of this night obviously. I came shortly after. My girlfriend was kind enough when she so me getting close to tilt my MVP trophy cup over my dick so I came into the cup.

As looked back on the screen someone hit play again and I watched as Reggie went up to my mom and

began to kiss her passionately. The room fell silent, entranced by the intimacy and intensity of their connection. Reggie’s strong, capable hands roamed over her body, exploring every inch of her silky skin.

My mother’s breathing deepened, her body responding to the attention. She reached up, grabbing the back of Reggie’s head and pulling him closer, their lips fusing together in a wild, fervent kiss.

As she moaned into his mouth, she unbuttoned his pants and reached inside, wrapping her fingers around his hardened member. Reggie groaned into her mouth, his hips bucking slightly as she stroked him gently.

With a soft growl, Reggie tore his lips away from hers, his eyes filled with hungry desire. “Lie down,” he ordered gruffly, his tone leaving no room for argument. My mother complied immediately, spreading her legs wideopen for him. Reggie positioned himself between her thighs, his eyes never leaving hers as he lowered himself onto her.

As he began to enter her, my mother’s eyes widened in anticipation. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer as he filled her completely. The room fell silent once more, watching as the two of them moved together in perfect harmony.

Reggie’s powerful thrusts sent shockwaves of pleasure through my mother’s body. Her moans grew louder, her fingernails digging into the sheets beneath her as she arched her back to meet each thrust.

Their bodies moved together like two halves of a single whole; each movement perfectly synchronized.

Reggie’s hands gripped her hips, guiding her along the trajectory of his hips as he drove into her again and again. My mother’s face was a picture of pure ecstasy, her lips parted in a silent bliss smile. “Don’t worry, after we win this thing, we can get to know each other properly.” My mother answered with a throaty moan.

“5:12 3 Orgasms!” The Defense erupted as the stats were read aloud.

“Don’t worry slut, we have these rooms all weekend, and we are all off Monday. I would get comfortable” One of the players obnoxiously taunted from across the room.

A small break was taken so my mom could clean out her pussy. After a quick hydration and powder break my mother was ordered by the next player ordered my mom to put her heels back on and walk out on the balcony. My mother apprehensively walked outside blushing as she was naked other than her footwear. As they walked outside the linebacker took her told her to place palms to the glass and thrust her ass out towards him.

Present day Steve started taunting my mom. “You are moaning pretty hard whore, you are thinking about all the dick you took that weekend? All you want right now don’t you slut!”

My mother moaned like a fucking oversexed pornstar,”Oh god Daddy I want to be fucked like that again ... please give me that dick again ... I have been a good girl” My mother mewled. Holy shit, if I did not have the side of my mother’s foot into my mouth I would not know how much what she said was true. I was pretty sure if we got through this my mother would be listed as a nymphomaniac now.

I was startled when I looked back to the video and the glass started banging. I looked and saw my mother being savagely fucked on the balcony.

The defense was cheering on their teammate, who had my mother pressed against the glass, her legs wrapped around his waist as he thrust into her with abandon. She was moaning loudly, lost in pleasure as she clung to him.

I felt a surge of jealousy and protectiveness wash over me. This wasn’t supposed to happen. My mother was just supposed to be a distraction for the team, not someone’s plaything.

But as I watched them together, my mother fully submitting to this stranger’s desires, I couldn’t deny the arousal that coursed through my own body.

Suddenly, Steve’s voice broke through my thoughts. “Looks like your mom is enjoying herself.” He chuckled, taking another sip of his beer.

I wanted to turn off the video and stop watching, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away. My conflicting feelings only grew stronger as I watched my mother moan and writhe in pleasure under this man’s touch.

As he reached down and grabbed her breasts roughly before flipping her over onto her hands and knees, I heard myself let out a small gasp.

Steve’s eyebrows shot up in surprise at my reaction. “You like seeing your mom get fucked?” He asked with a smirk.